This is what happens when I have a bad day...

Enjoy!

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Ifan couldn't help it when he moaned into the kiss. This blue-eyed enigma, was a really, really, good kisser. Breaking from his fugue, he pushed back, startling the other man when his back hit a wall. "I am the Avatar Prince of New, New, New, New Whales. I'm not about to be a one-time shag to satisfy your curiosity. I'm sure we can find you another freak to fuck." The Prince snarled, about to step away when he was pulled back.

"Look. Your grace, Prince Ifan. I'd be lying if I didn't admit, it was my first thought, but not because I thought you were a freak. Gods you're bloody gorgeous."

"I won't be a notch on your belt, either." Ifan retorted, his eyes narrowing.

"Will you let me finish? You're hot when you're pissed, but it only goes so far." Jax huffed, trying to collect his muddled thoughts.

Something in the Prince snapped. He surged up, claiming the man's lips. Their kiss, full of biting teethe and warring tongues. Ifan pulled back, both gasping for air, chests heaving. The Prince leaned in, caressing the man's neck with his mouth. "Let me go or be mine forever." Ifan panted into Jack's ear, laying everything out in one simple ultimatum. Sick of dancing around the truth of the situation. The Fates plans be damned, this man rejected him again and the Prince was done. Didn't matter what explanation the Golden Goddess had to give. Not to say he didn't hope his offer was accepted, but it was out of his hands.

"Yes that, I want that. To be yours." Jack groaned, finding the thought of being a slave to the Prince's sexual needs, not as unpleasant, as he'd first assumed it would be. The young girl they'd rescued was a slave. Both in name and how she'd been treated by those that 'owned' her. Though he would still be technically 'owned' by the Prince, it was only in name, not treatment. Hard to get his mind around, but there was a difference. Somehow, he trusted Ifan to treat him like a lover and not property.

"Good." Ifan hummed, dragging their hips together. Twin arousals, felt between the thin layers of their clothes. Jack let out a whine, feeling like he was drunk, everything a haze. The Prince started to rub against him, pulling his new consort's legs up around his waist; grinding harder. Jax whimpered, the contact still not enough, for either of them. "I'm going to take you to bed now." Ifan decided matter-of-factly, it was sexy, but it was like he was daring the other man to say no. "You are mine now, I want to enjoy you."

"Ok." Jax replied breathlessly, unable to help being turned on by what could only be described as the 'royal' tone and simple explanation of Ifan's wishes. Following the Prince back to the palace, like an eager puppy.

~HtBaH~

Stretched out on the large sumptuous bed in the Prince's rooms. Jaxten was naked, save for the suede collar. Did that count as clothing? The lead was secured, but long enough to give him plenty of 'wiggle room'. The Prince was in boxers and lazily stroking his chest. Seeming to enjoy teasing his nipples. He wasn't used to being this passive during sex. Yet he liked this feeling, cherished, loved. The hand brushed down to his cock.

"I don't want you to ever fear being in this room, this bed." Ifan stated as he started to wank his consort. Wrapping his fingers around the length and ever so gently stroking, till Jax's eyes slipped closed and he arched. "Cum for me, I want to watch, cum now cariad!"

Jaxten's hands, clenched around his lead as his orgasm hit. His Prince had wanted free reign of his Preferred Consort's body. He twitched, but didn't pull away, when Ifan started cleaning the cum from the sensitive head of his dick, with his tongue. Jax was trying to show Ifan his trust in him as a new lover or a mate. He preferred to think of the Prince as his Alpha. For whatever reason, it was easier for him to accept that concept.

"I'm going to prepare you, then I think, yeah, I want you to ride me." Ifan hummed, Owen 'had' told him to take it easy after all. Jack pulled up his knees wrapping his hands around them. Holding them apart, presenting himself to his Prince. "Not shy, are you? Good you should never need to feel shy around me cariad."

"Welsh?" Jack couldn't help, but ask. The way Ifan said it was gorgeous.

"Well, I am the Prince of New, New, New, New, New Whales…" Ifan smirked as he dragged over a pot of sweet smelling slick. "You've not told me your name. Besides, you are my beloved, are you not?"

Jack wondered, how he could sound so defensive and still touch him so gently. "I want to be." Apparently, it was the right answer to give, as a second later a slicked finger breached him. "It's…Fuck that's good!" He fell back as a second finger joined the first.

"I may be wrong, but I don't think that's an accepted name in any realm." Ifan snorted with a chuckle. Not giving his consort a chance to talk, as he traded his fingers for his tongue. Lapping up the taste of vanilla, mixed with Jack's heady musk.

"Oooh Sweet Goddess!... My name is Jaxten. Please, please my Prince please fuck me." Jack started to openly beg. Almost surprising himself with how needy he sounded and how true the feelings behind the words were.

"Hmm, my Prince…? No one's ever claimed me before…"

There was a note of sadness and insecurity that Jax picked up on and ran with. Trying to prove the love he felt, even only having spent a short time together. He hopped it came off sexy and reassuring, not domineering, when he growled. Wrapping his arms around the Prince and pulling him up. "Yes, you are mine, always." Jack purred, leaning up to claim his lover's lips.

Ifan rolled them, landing Jaxten on top. "Slick me up, then hop on, I want you now." His consort gleefully pulled off the Prince's boxers. Moaning in anticipation as he spread the slick along Ifan's cock.

The Prince arched and groaned as Jack guided his length home. "How do you want it? Slow? Deep? Not sure I can last long, but I will ride you so hard, if that's what my Prince wants?" Jack gasped, ready to give whatever Ifan desired from him. Something, so freeing, about giving away all control. Wanting this man to be pleased with him. It was new, but it felt right, better than the life he'd been living.

"Ride me hard, we have all night cariad and every morning after."

Jaxten worked up to hard rhythm. Changing angle till Iafan's dick hit his prostate with every downward motion. "Fuck! So, good. Oh, Gods! My…Prince…Ifan…baby I'm gonna cum…please…Gods!" Jax always seemed to babble when he had good, hard sex. Luckily the Prince didn't seem to mind. Bucking his hips in time, grabbing his lover's cock as well. Jack had never felt so complete. He wanted this to last, but knew it couldn't as Ifan's hand left his cock to brace his hips and fore Jack down even harder.

"Cum now cariad, cum for me." Ifan purred, feeling close himself. Letting Jack fist himself as he franticly worked to obey. His lover's hole clamped down and Jax howled his release. The Prince following a few thrusts later.

Jaxten collapsed over the Prince, nuzzling his neck. "That was amazing."

"So it's safe to assume you'd consent to doing that again?"

"Oh yeah."

"Would you like to fuck me?" Jax sat up, blinking owlishly as his Prince smirked at him. "It's a fairly simple question cariad." Ifan grinned.

"You, you'd let me? I just mean, not every man likes to bottom."

"I know there are some who don't, but I enjoy it very much. Unfortunately, I couldn't do a lot of the work, Doctor's orders, but I'm pretty sure I top from the bottom anyway." The Prince mused.

"I wouldn't want you any other way." Jack answered honestly, leaning down to kiss his Prince. Surprised to feel the lead being unclipped from his collar.

"Not planning on going anywhere, were you?" Ifan asked lightly. Tracing his finger along Jax's collar. "It suits you, tells everyone you're mine." The Prince grinned, fixing the jeweled collar over the black suede.

"You might be the only one who likes me." Jaxten mused, realizing Ifan was still buried inside him and still hard. Especially when the Prince started to lazily buck his hips.

"They'll learn, you will make me happy and they will love you for it." Ifan replied, urging Jack to lean back and enjoy his deep thrusts. His fingertips dragged along Jax's awakening cock. "Tomorrow I will let you fuck me, right now…"

"Shhh. This is perfect, just be perfect." Jack murmured, starting to move his hips, keeping an even pace.

"I can do that cariad."

And so, he did.

TBC…